Suffolk Young Poets Competition

Revenge

Revenge

The Barbies are strewn, from my sister's toy box,and kicked into a rough heap.Hard plastic eyes stare ahead.Straggly hair frizzes uncontrollably.My brother bends back their arms, Twists legs, swivels headsInto grotesque postures.Then he pulls them off. POP.Six pieces: a head, two arms, two legs and a body.Scissors next - Chop. Chop. No hair.One day they'll get him back.Cut HIS hair,Pull off HIS arms and legs, Pull off HIS head,Then throw him in the toy boxand forget about him.